After losing both parents, a mom explains how her grandmother stepped in to support her and became a second parent to her son.
My mom died when I was young, so I grew up spending summers with her mom in South Dakota. I loved that time with her, but I often only saw her that one time of year. I lived back in Florida with my dad for the rest of the year.
When my grandma was older, she embraced the snowbird lifestyle and spent half the year in Florida to escape the Midwest winters. I was already in my early 20s, but I was still grateful to finally live close to her, and I took full advantage of it.It was always so easy for me to spend time with her
I joined her for church on Sundays, and we often went out to lunch. Even as a young adult, my idea of a good time was waking up early on a Saturday and going to yard sales with her to hunt deals together. I spent so much time with her that when she went back up north in the Spring, my entire social calendar would shift.
By the time I had my son, my father had also died, so my own grandma really ended up being a grandmother for my son, too.
